Tuesday, March 25, 2008

smelly memories

A patient just left my room and he was wearing the exact pungent cologne that my father always wore. It's musky, over bearing and to think that I used to think it smelled good.

It just brought back a flash of memories. Good ones, memories that I have cherished of my father from when I was growing up. The smell of his work trucks, watching him work, listening to him sing while painting. All the hours we spent riding motorcycles. Times that I wish I could re-live again and cherish more.

Then slowly the all too familiar smell became obnoxious and soon all the less than great memories came with it. I'm now ever so gently reminded there is a reason I no longer speak to him. Damn.

Now for some fresh air...

6 comments:

Bottles Barbies & Boys said...

Isn't it funny how a smell can work like a time machine.

Peanut Butter and Jelly Boats said...

Smells do that do me all the time. It's so weird. Don't you wish there were parts of your past you could just forget forever?

Sadie said...

It's funny how smells are like that. The smell of peanut butter takes me back to Kindergarten.

Sorry it took a turn downward, though.

addhumorandfaith said...

I am sad for your dad that he has lost you. I hope he knows what he's missing and will try to make amends.

Teena said...

Isn't it funny how smells bring back memories.

When I smell pipe tobacco, I remember my grandfather who has been gone for 25 years.

SJ said...

Amazing how a simple smell can remind you of so much.